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Subject: {ASSM} Promises Kept - a Sam's Shame story by Delta Venus
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Promises Kept - a Samantha's Shame Story
  by Delta Venus

Copyright 2010


After the horrible punishment party Betsy had thrown for me, things
got back to normal. Or at least as normal as things get when you are a
teenage girl who only gets released from a chastity belt to put on
masturbation shows for her sister and friends. At least I was being
spared any special events - like flashing for the college whores to
drum up business, or running through the park getting strangers to
take naked pictures of me.

I was cowed. Betsy had me beat. I did what I was told, when I was
told, and didn't even consider disobedience for a micro second. As the
months passed, I mellowed out some, but Betsy had always scared me,
and after what I had been through she scared me more than ever. I
found myself always a little nervous, because it was impossible to
know when Betsy would decide to take things beyond the status quo. The
only thing I was sure of was that she would.

Remarkably, she took her sweet time about it. Not long enough for me
to forget, but long enough to relax a little. We had another pool
party, where I was paraded around topless again, and I stayed well
away from the jets, but until my eighteenth birthday approached the
only other thing Betsy had me doing was playing with myself to amuse
her and Jack, and occasionally Paul was allowed to watch as well. She
didn't even make me do any of these damn journal entries, telling you
all about what was happening to me and how I felt about it.

About two months before my birthday, Betsy grabbed me as I walked in
the door from school, hauled my ass out to her car, and shoved me
inside.

"If you tell anyone where we are going or what we are doing today,
before I tell you it is OK to talk about it, well, you know."

"I know," I said meekly. "I promise I won't say anything. Ever. But
where are we going?"

"We are going to the Clinic, to get you on birth control pills."

My stomach did back flips, which very much disturbed the large batch
of butterflies that seemed to have spontaneously filled it. Birth
control! That could only mean one thing, the chastity belt was coming
off! Wow. I was a little excited, because by this time I really wanted
to get fucked. It seemed like I'd been playing sex games for half of
forever, and I wanted to get into the big leagues with everyone else.
But more than excited, I was quite nervous. Who would Betsy have me
fucking? Would I be free to fuck on my own? No, I was sure Betsy had
other plans for me.

"You are especially forbidden from telling Jack or Paul about this.
You keep those pills hidden, and you keep your mouth shut."

She had iron in her voice as she delivered this ultimatum, and you can
bet anything you want to that I believed I would rather die than
violate her edict.

The Clinic wasn't too bad. Betsy had removed the belt, of course, so
my exam wouldn't cause any weird questions. The doctor did notice the
lines it made, and commented that I might want to try out some looser
fitting panties so I wouldn't get marked like that, which made me
blush. I was declared fit, healthy, and clean, and given a
prescription for the pill. Betsy immediately drove me to a pharmacy to
fill the scrip and I started taking them that evening.

Now every day for me was filled with thoughts of fucking. I was going
to have a dick in me soon, for sure, and I couldn't stop alternately
day dreaming up romantic scenarios for my deflowering, or having
waking nightmares filled with hard S&M and rape imagery. I wasn't
really a virgin in the physical sense, my hymen had been surrendered
long ago to fingers and toys, but I was still technically one, since I
had never had a penis inside me. I was looking forward to it
happening, and dreading it, all at the same time.

Finally my birthday arrived, and as had happened in the past, we had
two parties. One was for me and my friends, which our parents
supervised. It was mostly fun in a boring sort of way, like most teen
parties with chaperones. I enjoyed being with my friends, and I got
some nice gifts. The second party was arranged by Betsy, and I
couldn't help shudder thinking about what she had planned.

After my party wound down, Betsy snuck me out to her car, and we were
quickly off to a private suite at one of the local hotels. Betsy had
really gone all out, the place was decorated to the nines, she had
hired a top notch DJ, and there was even catered food and booze.
Looking up at the small stage where the DJ had his gear, I recognized
a certain item of decor from the previous party, and I broke into a
cold sweat. I could see myself in the stirrups already. I badly wanted
to run away, but my fear of my sister was too strong, I just couldn't
make myself take the first step. If I had, I was so full of adrenaline
I don't think I would have stopped running until I'd crossed three
States.

The party was mellow at first. Everyone was drinking and dancing, Jack
was there dancing with Betsy. I recognized some of Betsy's football
buddies. I danced with Paul, and snuck a drink or two to try and
steady my nerves. As mellow as things might be now, I knew it wasn't
going to last for too much longer. There was a certain tension in the
air. I think many people there were anticipating later events, it
wasn't just my nervousness.

Finally Betsy walked up onto the stage and interrupted the DJ, and
made an announcement.

"May I have everyone's attention, please? We are all here to honor my
sister on the event of her turning eighteen. She is an adult now, and
very shortly we will all see her make the transition from girl to
woman. Come up here, Sam!"

I had no choice, so I went. I could only guess what she meant about
seeing me become a woman, but it didn't take too much imagination to
figure out what that would involve. Now all eyes were on me, and I
could practically feel their collective weight pressing against me, as
if I were on a high speed roller coaster accelerating nonstop and
nearly out of control.

"Everyone give Sam a big round of applause!" The crowd obliged with a
nice smattering of clapping, but still seemed preoccupied and
anticipatory.

"OK. Thank you! It is time for Sam to shed her girlhood, and to be
released from the past." There were a few titters of laughter on
hearing 'released', knowing that it was a reference to the chastity
belt. "And I have a few promises to keep tonight. Paul, come up here
and help out. The first promise I'm keeping I made to you."

Betsy directed Paul to strip my clothes off, and lead me over to the
exam bench. Now we had the crowd's complete and total attention. I
wasn't completely naked, because I still had on the chastity device,
but I felt more exposed than I ever had, the belt seemed a very flimsy
barrier to be hiding behind - and it was about to be taken away. I was
trembling, but the fact that it was Paul, whom I hadn't chosen, but
had fallen in love with, who stripped me and led me over to the bench
kept me from freaking out completely. I was having serious flashbacks
to the last time I'd been on that bench, and only gentle Paul, with
soft whispers and easy touches, kept me sane.

Before I knew it, I was on my back, legs in the stirrups, securely
fastened and going nowhere. I didn't see them, but scattered among the
DJ's equipment were several cameras strategically aimed to best show
the bench, and more importantly me, and I heard a small gasp from the
crowd I later learned was when the cameras went live and I was
suddenly being show to the whole room on a large screen over the
stage.

"OK, Paul. Great job. Now it is time for that belt to come off, and I
think you should do the honors. The combination is appropriate, I
think. Lucky sevens. Seven, seven, seven. Just think, such an easy
one! You could have had that belt off in a heartbeat. Since you were a
good boy, though, I'm keeping my promise to you. You get to be the
first one to fuck her!"

Paul broke out in a serious blush, and the crowd applauded and
whistled with approval. Wow! I was going to be deflowered right there
in front of God and everyone, and Paul, my love, was going to be the
one who did it! The realization of what was about to happen was like a
stun gun hit to the spine, thousands of volts of pure lightning
traveling down every nerve ending in my body. I was incredibly aroused
at the thought of finally being a woman, even as I was incredibly
embarrassed that it was going to be witnessed by a hall full of
people.

Paul was so nervous, fumbling with the combination catches at the
sides of the chastity belt. I almost wanted someone to come help him,
since I was restrained and couldn't, but I thought it was so romantic,
in a twisted sort of way, that he got to be the one who released me.
Prince doing the noble deed for his princess style cheese, the sort of
thing I could eat up all day. Finally he got the combos dialed in, and
the cables holding the plastic cup tight against my box were released,
and he pulled the damn thing away, revealing and releasing my pussy to
the world once and for all. My box was quite a sight! When the cup
came away there was another gasp from the crowd. Swollen with arousal,
dripping with dew, it was obvious that my vag thought it was time to
get fucked, and the sooner the better!

Paul, obviously very emotional, leaned down and whispered, with a
little tremor in his voice, "I love you so much, Sam. I'm sorry we
couldn't do this on our own, and have to do it here, but I'm not sorry
we are doing this. You are so sexy and beautiful. I've wanted you
since I first saw you. I'm so glad Betsy is letting me be the one."

He was still trembling as he pulled his cock out of his pants. You
could have heard a pin drop in the hall as scores of people quietly
watched as he approached the bench between my wide spread legs, and
slowly rubbed his rock hard dick against the slightly parted lips of
my puss. The velvety touch of the head of his cock was incredible! It
was nothing like a finger or a toy, it was softer, yet had a strength
behind it. This was it, I was going to get fucked! He nudged and
nestled the head just slightly inside, then with a slow but solid
thrust, Paul sunk his pole deep, and I was no longer a virgin.

"ONE!!"

The shout of the crowd filling the hall after the total silence almost
made me jump out of my skin. WTF?!

Paul thrust again.

"TWO!!"

Paul kept banging my box, and seemed oblivious to the world, his eyes
closed, face slack-jawed. The crowd kept pace, and counted off the
thrusts.

"EIGHTEEN!!"

"And One to GROW ON!!"

At that moment, two of Betsy's football buddies grabbed Paul, and
pulled him out and off me. He looked more than a little shocked, his
cock almost an angry red, glistening with my juices, throbbing very
visibly in time to his pounding heartbeat.

Betsy was on the mike again.

"OK! That was great! Sam is now a woman, and I've kept my first
promise - which was that I would let her boyfriend Paul be the first
man to fuck her." She paused strategically, before dropping a
bombshell. "But I never said he would be the first one to cum in her!"

The crowd loved this revelation, and roared its approval.

"And I certainly never said he would be the only one who would fuck
her. So, for my next promise kept, I told my friends here that if they
would bodyguard Sam when she was acting slutty in public, that one day
I would let them fuck her. Today is that day!"

The applause was tremendous! I almost couldn't believe this, except
that it was *so* Betsy. Here I am, buck naked on a bench, solidly
strapped into stirrups, with my legs held high and spread wide, lewdly
on display for a hall full of people, having just had a hard dick in
me for the first time ever - and about to pull a train consisting of
big, beefy, mostly black football players! I almost fainted. I was on
some alternate plateau, though. My pussy had been banged, it wanted to
be banged some more, banged hard, and it didn't care who did the
banging. My brain was still protesting, but my body had left it far
behind, and was achingly ready for anything - and everything.

As the football players lined up to take their turns, I saw Betsy
whispering something in Paul's ear. I forgot all about it as the first
guy approached to start the train rolling. He was an ebony god. Paul
has a nice sized prick, but this thick black meat stick put it to
shame. It had to be nine inches long, and almost as thick as my wrist.
When I saw the video later, I couldn't believe my pussy had managed to
take it.

"God, Sam, you are so fucking hot! I've been wanting to fuck you ever
since you started doing all those sexy, slutty things. I know Betsy
forces you, but I think you like it!" he said with a shit eating grin.
He wasted no time, and got right between my wide spread thighs, and
shoved that incredible pole right up in me. I was very glad I wasn't a
virgin, because this guy would have torn me up! He must have really
meant it when he said he thought I was hot, because he didn't last
very long. Before you could say Jack Robinson, he pressed as hard and
deep as he could, our pubic bones mashing together, gave a loud grunt,
and I felt the first spurt of his seed deep deep inside me. He gave a
long groan, and pulled back until just the head of his fat cock was
left, and I could feel two more hot shots of semen flooding my tunnel,
pooling thickly right at the entrance. He then pulled out and shot a
last thick strand right across my now gaping hole, leaving me well
glazed and leaking.

He backed off, to make room for the next guy in line, but Paul rushed
up, and quickly dropped to his knees. The crowd gasped as he plunged
right in and started furiously licking and sucking my pussy, the huge
load of semen smearing his face and surely flooding his mouth. The
moment his tongue hit my clit I exploded. The direct contact, combined
with the mental shock of someone doing something so dirty, was just
too much, and I bucked like a bronco as I came and came. Paul rode me
out, his mouth fastened to my honey hole like it had been glued there.
God, it felt so good! So dirty!

Paul was gently moved to the side by the same guys who had pulled him
off me earlier, and another big dicked football stud, this one blonde
and blue eyed, got between my legs, and stuffed my well used box full
of cock.

I sort of faded out after that, lost in a haze of powerful orgasms and
even more powerful shameful embarrassment, but the guys never gave me
a break. I do know that each guy was unique, his dick different than
the others, and each one had a different way of fucking me. I'm not
sure how many dudes dicked me, but I am sure Paul was there after each
and every one licking and sucking my pussy like a fiend. When I
finally came around to my surroundings again, the line was gone, and
Paul was releasing me from the bench. My tits were sore, bearing the
marks of fingers and teeth, and coated with slobber. My pussy was the
Grand Canyon, wide open spaces with a constant gushing flow. I had
other various love marks all over my body, from a hickey on my neck,
to bruises on my thighs. I had been well and truly fucked! And despite
feeling terribly humiliated by the whole experience, I realized I had
loved it. Every fucking lustfully disgusting minute of it.

My sister had been right to put the chastity belt on me, if I had
gotten a good dicking any earlier, I would have turned into a common
street slut, and never had the chance to fall in love with Paul.

Paul helped me up to a room that had been reserved for us in the
hotel, and while he was being so kind and sweet to me, helping clean
me up and deal with all the after effects, he was sporting the biggest
hard on. I was all fucked out, but I felt so strongly about what a
great guy he was, I ignored my pain, bit my lip, and let him play
caboose on the train, the last guy to fuck me and cum in my cunt that
night. The satisfied look on his face after he shot inside me made all
the pain worth it.

Paul and I lay in a tangled heap on my bed, both of us exhausted and
drained, when Betsy worked a keycard on the door and came barging in.

"Good. I'm glad to see you two are together. You must really love each
other. I certainly don't know what Jack would do if I fucked half the
football team, even if I was forced to do it. Seeing you together
means I have kept a promise to myself. Sam, I knew when I first caught
you masturbating that it wouldn't be long before lust overrode your
brain, and you'd be fucking every guy with a smooth line and a decent
cock. So I promised myself two things. I wasn't going to let you get
fucked until you were an adult and ready for it. And I was going to
give you a chance to find true love. Mission accomplished."

I almost started crying, I felt so cared for, even though she had
tormented and tortured me ever since she had caught me. Might have had
something to do with all the hormones that had been racing through my
body for the last few hours. Deep inside I knew this was just an
excuse to use and abuse me, so I quickly snapped back to reality when
she continued on.

"I do have a few things to tell the two of you. Sam, you don't think
Paul licked and sucked all that nasty cum out of your pussy just
because he is kinky, do you? I told him you were fertile, and in fact
probably ovulating, so if all that sticky football player semen was
allowed to stay inside your steamy twat and soak in, you would almost
certainly wind up pregnant. He was a good sport and tried his best to
help you out. True love! Paul, you are *so* gullible. Sam has been on
the pill for months."

Paul gasped, and his face showed he was profoundly shocked by this
wicked trick. Betsy walked over to the room's entertainment center,
and put a DVD in the player.

"Next, I want you guys to see the video from tonight. Yes, Sam, we
caught everything on camera. EVERYTHING. This is only some of the raw
footage, it needs editing, but I think it came out even better than I
had hoped."

Raw was right. Obscenely pornographic would be another way of saying
it. I was quickly confronted with a close up shot of my well banged
box taking a very big, very black dick into its sloppy depths. The
cameras had been extremely well placed, and showed off very clearly
every dirty act I had been subjected to. One camera had been focused
exclusively on my face, so you could see my every reaction to what was
happening to me - and I was obviously very much getting off on it. The
camera angles and focus were all fixed, but since I was bound and not
moving around, it didn't really matter much. Many of the shots looked
like professional work, and well done at that. She took the DVD out,
and waved it at us as she turned.

"So, Paul, I'm glad you can get past Sam being such a slut, but don't
expect her to stop any time soon. You two can carry on all you want
with my blessings, it doesn't matter. Sam may technically be free, now
that she is an adult no longer bound by the chastity belt, but *I* am
still in total control!"

Her laugh as she left my room could only be described as wicked, and
it sent a shiver down my spine.


DV

http://deltavenus.smutisp.com/

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